Chapter 22 Uma

The big shaman took a sip of wine and watched the little girl Uma carefully wrap the white gauze stained with golden sores on the palm of Ye Xingchen. At this time, the originally smooth and weak bonesless hands were like chicken claws and drooping blood.

"Stupid pig, cut off the dead skin on his hand first, wash the wound well and then bandage it. Do you want him to be infected to death?" The big shaman jumped on his feet and cursed.

Uma said tremblingly, "Yes, yes, Uma knows."

She clumsily untied the gauze that had been wrapped in two circles and looked at the white ointment stuck to the wound at a loss. She didn't know whether to wipe off the medicine stained on the wound first or wash off the medicine directly. For a moment, she was at a loss and could only kneel in front of Ye Xingchen and hold his bloody hand. She secretly glanced at the big shaman and found that the old man's eyes were staring at her fiercely and hurriedly lowered his head.

The old man jumped up angrily, strode over, kicked Uma away, and roared angrily, "Stupid pig, sheep can't roast, and you can't even deal with a wound. Have you been a slave for so many years?" He personally picked up his sleeves and squatted in front of Ye Xingchen sitting by the bed, picked up his hand, turned his head and roared at Uma who fell to the ground, "Stand up and stand next to see how to learn. Everything is taught by me!"

It could be seen that the big shaman was very angry. Uma didn't dare to say anything. She quickly got up and stared at the big shaman's movements without blinking.

The old man said, "Purple some of the hot wine into my hand." He stretched out his dry and thin hand and rubbed it under the light. Then the little girl slave poured down the copper pot with the smell of wine. The burning wine was poured on the big shaman's hand, and the old man stood up with his face. To treat other people's wounds, you should clean your hands first. The liquor of our grassland is the best cleaning medicine! Come on, pour more, don't be reluctant!"

The old man rubbed his hands. At this time, his dry skin was much more rosy, emitting heat and intoxicating wine. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the night stars, but met the child's quiet eyes. He shouted in his heart, "It's really tolerable!"

He took a piece of white gauze from Uma's hand, picked up the child's hand, carefully wiped off the ointment on the wound, and the blood that had just been stopped came out again. The child's hand still lay gently in the hands of the big shaman, being wiped by the old man. Although the blood and flowers were flowing, he could not say a word.

" Scissors, spray a mouthful of wine on it, bake it on the fire, and bake it with the outermost flame! Find something to wrap the handle of scissors and be careful not to burn your hands!" The big shaman lowered his head and looked at the wound seriously and said. Uma acted quickly. Suddenly, she really felt that she was useless and could not do anything well.

"What kind of knife did Zaerhua let you practice? My old man has to remove his bones tomorrow!" The big shaman said fiercely that his white beard turned bright silvery white with the firelight, shaking with his lips.

"The general asked me to cut the stakes for a day and let me find a feeling. But I'm useless. He said that when His Royal Highness used a knife for the first time, he cut a wooden stake a day. When the general was young, he could cut three wooden stakes a day. I didn't cut it!" The child said calmly, neither complaining nor depressed, and calmly looked at the blood dripping from his unsighted hands.

"Cut off one in a day? Is this what Zaerhua told you? The big shaman's tone became cold and his eyes became very harsh.

"Hmm! The general said that when I could cut down the stakes, he would start to call me swords. I learned how to split knives!" The child said lightly. But I'm still far away. My body hurts a lot. I'm afraid it will take a long time to break the stake!"

"Uma, bring me the scissors!" The big shaman turned her head and shouted, and the little girl came quickly and handed the burning red scissors in her hand to the shaman. The old man took the scissors, carefully looked at the spruce and cut it down, and said, "You southern doctor said that you can't cut these dead skin bubbles, but if you don't cut them, you will recover slowly. Only when the blood flows out and form a scab can it quickly. You are a noble young master in Mengyang. You haven't suffered. Of course, you can't stand using a knife for the first time.

The child's coral red eyes narrowed with a smile, and his exquisite face is like the most beautiful lake on the grassland in summer. It doesn't matter. I like this kind of pain very much. I don't like to be too comfortable. I'm afraid I will forget those memories that make me painful. Well, my body hurts so much that I won't easily forget my painful memories so that I can stick to it!" His expression said such words like a Puritan, which was painful. The painful feeling he was most afraid of before made him feel like an addiction.

The big shaman's hand stagnated for a moment and silently looked at the child and said, "It's the stupidest thing to live in memory!"

"But without memories, I don't know the meaning of my life." The child replied briefly, watching the raised skin on his hand cut by the big shaman, and the burning scissors quickly burned the wound so that there would be no blood flowing out.

The big shaman turned silently and took another pair of scissors from Uma's hand. After all, it was iron, and the high temperature was lost quickly. He squatted down again and carefully picked up the child's left hand. This time, his left hand was not glued with ointment by Uma. The big shaman carefully cut the blisters and cut off the dead skin. He actually talked to a 12-year-old child about the meaning of human survival, hehe, but he could not refute the child. Sometimes hatred and pain are stronger supports.

Since King Bo Rite destroyed the Gaza tribe ten years ago, his eldest son died tragically. Since then, he has been advocating benevolence and courtesy among the barbarians, but this is the barbarians! It is the most fishy grassland. How can the decadent and weak benevolence etiquette in the south be carried out? In the grassland under the Tengri god, only power, hatred, and killing are respected...

Pain, hatred, unwilling... that's all.

The big shaman carefully cut off the last dead skin in the child's hand and said, "You have to hold on. If you can't stand it, just call it out. It's nothing!" He took it off the brazier and was being happily licked by the flames. The copper pot is full of white moon drunk, the strongest and most mellow wine on the grassland! Wash your wound with hot wine so that it won't get infected. The most frightening injury for samurai is infection and suffing, which can only be avoided by scalding it with wine!"

The child smiled indifferently and said, "Uma, help me lift the hair in front of my eyes and cover my sight!"

The little girl slave was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted and reached forward to gently lifted the speaker's hair. But her heart was fiercely trenched - the master's hair was all wet with sweat, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat, which was obviously hard and painful. It's just that the coral-red eyes were calm, and the smile at the corners of his mouth seemed to enjoy the pain. She didn't know how to describe such a young master, the exquisite child, the weak child seemed to have become unknown in an instant, full of strange feelings.

The big shaman lifted the copper pot in one hand and grabbed the child's hand to prevent him from moving. The copper pot slowly fell down, and the hot white moon slowly flowed out and splashed on the child's hand. The child's hand trembled violently, but was tightly held by the big shaman and couldn't struggle. The hot wine rushed into the palm of his hand like a waterfall, with layers of heat. The fragrance of wine simply made people's lungs intoxicated, but this time the drunken shaman was extremely sober. His turbid eyes stared at Ye Xingchen's face, his face turned flushed, and his eyes closed tightly, and several words appeared in the corners of his eyes. Wrinkles, see the child's teeth clenched tightly, and the thin and sharp lips are tightly squeezed together.

"It's really good..." The big shaman said silently.

The beautiful neck like a starred at night is bulging with terrible blue veins, and the blood vessels on his forehead are jumping. The child's face is red, and his delicate face suddenly becomes as scary as a fierce ghost rushing out of hell. His hand is as painful as cutting tens of millions of knives, like holding a piece of burning red thistle, as if it no longer belongs to his own hand...

Uma kept carrying the hair in front of Ye Xingchen's forehead behind his head. She couldn't bear to see the master's painful appearance, so she turned her head and looked aside.

The big shaman finally threw down the copper pot in his hand, squatted down again, skillfully applied white ointment on the clean and soft white yarn, and carefully wrapped the child's injury. At this time, the child's hands seemed to be peeled, revealing a layer of pink and bloody tender meat. While carefully sticking the ointment evenly to the wound, the big shaman blew on the wound. As his mouth bulged, the beard on his lips flew up and down funnyly. The child suddenly giggled.

The big shaman looked up at him and asked angrily, "Can you still laugh?"

"It's okay. I've survived. So what if I smile?" The child smiled lightly, and the sweat on his face rolled down his cheeks, making him feel more and more want to laugh.

Uma quickly wiped the sweat off her forehead with her sleeves, and her eyes were full of heartache.

"I said that knives are not easy to learn, and it is very painful. You were hurt like this on the first day. What should you do in the future? Learning knives is not a matter of a day or two, but for many years!" The big shaman had begun to bandage the wound on his left hand, and he asked without raising his head.

"Learn, continue to learn, this is just the first day. The general said that as long as the wound on his hand heals and scabs and grows cocoons, he will not be afraid of sharpening his hands in the future. I'm no longer a noble son, and it's not a shame to grow cocoons on my hands. The child said calmly.

The big shaman stopped his work and looked up at him and said, "Why did you force yourself to this point? You are different from the people on our grassland. You are the god walking on earth. The swords and courage of warriors will be as ridiculous as a child in your eyes in the future. Why do you force yourself to this extent?

The child was stunned for a moment, and then looked up and smiled. The laughter was crazy that did not match the exquisite face: "A strong power should be supported by a willpower that matches it. No matter what I am, I must have a strong willpower. Even if practicing knives is practicing my courage and courage, I will follow the battlefield to kill people in the future. I want to get used to blood, get used to dead people, get used to the changes in the expression on people's faces when they die, and get used to the feeling of tension and fear... Moreover, what you said is that in the future, when I am 17 years old, but I am only ten now Two years old! Will it be protected by you like this?"

The child's wild laughter stopped, his head slowly drooped, and his eyes became lonely with the drooping head. His face was hidden behind his hair, but his voice came out in a low voice: "I don't want to be so useless anymore. I want to find something to do for myself, and I want to make the pain unforgettable... That's all."

The big shaman sighed softly for a moment and shook his head with an unreachable margin.

The old man may be too old to feel uncomfortable squatting on the ground for a long time, so he simply knelt by the bed, held the child's hand in front of him, and carefully wrapped the white veil around the child's blood-stained hands. For a moment, Uma, who was standing next to her, was stunned. She looked at them and couldn't speak.

For a long time, the great shaman has been the highest god worshipped by the barbarians and the messenger of the Tengri God in the hearts of the barbarians. Although the great shaman does not have a population of cattle and sheep, he has the same status as the king, and even higher than the king in some decisions, and the Khan king of the tribe cannot be compared with the great shaman. The great shaman is the messenger of God, the servant of the gods, and an extremely noble existence.

But now, the noble shaman is kneeling down to the delicate child and waiting for the child's injured hand. The big shaman's eyes are really serious. The old man has always been crazy and doesn't care about anything, but he is so serious about this child... Uma felt for a moment that these two people are like gods and his servants... The big shaman is the servant of the night star, and the night star is the servant of the shaman. God is such a feeling...

The old man calmly cut the white gauze with scissors, made a knot, and said, "Have a good sleep and change the medicine again tomorrow morning!" The old man then stared at Uma fiercely and said, "Stupid pig, have you seen it? The wound needs to be treated like this!"

Uma stood up tremblingly and lowered her head without saying anything.

"Ouch, big shaman, don't attack her!" Ye Xingchen waved his hand weakly and said.

The big shaman didn't really lose his temper with Uma, but couldn't help but speak loudly. He was just angry that Zha'erhua hurt Ye Xingchen so much. Before he left, he told Zaerhua to make a look, but he didn't expect that Zhehua's wood was really...

"When the warrior of Zaerhua comes to pick you up tomorrow, come and call me. I have something to say to Zaerhua. I'm afraid I can't get up." The big shaman said in a low voice when he passed by Uma. It's inconvenient for Ye Xingchen to hurt his hand. How long it is!"

"I know, Uma knows!" Uma politely sent the big shaman out of the tent. At this time, the wind outside the tent became strong. The old man looked up at the sky, wrapped his robe tightly, and said, "It's about to snow. The ground is white, and it looks much cleaner..." Then the old man strode out of the tent and blended into the dark night. .

Uma folded back to the tent, looked at Ye Xingchen's hand wrapped in gauze, and whispered, "Master, does it hurt?"

Ye Xingchen looked up at him, and his slender and bright coral-red eyes showed a smile, evil and graceful. It hurts, it hurts, but I enjoy it very much..."

"Uma, pour a bowl of goat milk for me!" Ye Xingchen sat by the bed and stared at the burning flame. My body hurts so much that I don't even have the strength to move... I'm sorry to trouble you!"

Uma said awkwardly, "It's Uma's responsibility to serve the master. I dare not say trouble. Uma can't afford it." With that, she quickly walked to the fire and poured out a bowl of goat's milk. She carefully handed over the goat's milk and saw Ye Xingchen's hand wrapped in gauze clumsily holding the silver bowl. It was so difficult to bow her head to touch the edge of the bowl. It was too sadistic.

She grabbed the silver bowl and said, "Uma held it. Drink it. The master won't think Uma's hands are dirty!"

Ye Xingchen was stunned, looked at the female slave's restrained and heartbroken look, her eyes softened, and she said, "How come?" His gentle smile is like gentle Gesang flowers blooming on the grassland, which looks like the brightest and gentlest spring in Uma's eyes...

Uma picked up the silver bowl with one hand and lifted the hair of the night stars in the other to avoid the master's hair falling into the milk of the silver bowl. She watched the child slowly drink all the milk in the bowl and then wiped his mouth. She put down the silver bowl, looked at Ye Xingchen and said, "It's inconvenient for the master to hurt his hand. Don't move. Uma will take off your shoes and robe for you!"

Ye Xingchen looked at the hand that could not move and nodded helplessly. I usually do this kind of thing by myself, but now I can only rely on others.

Uma knelt down and knelt in front of the night stars like a big shaman. She actually had a sense of glory. The master she served was a god, and even the big shaman knelt beside him to serve the master... For the first time, she did not feel inferiority as a slave. On the contrary, she was as dazzling and glorious as a burning flame!

She unbuttoned the silver button on the master's boots, took it off and put it neatly by the bedside, and then stood up to take off the child's luxurious silk robe, silk! This is the first time she has touched silk in her old age. It feels like water, smooth and soft, as if she can't hold it with her fingers. She reluctantly hung the robe by the bedside, picked up her master's leg and put it on **, pulled open the sheepskin quilt for him, and carefully put her injured hand into the quilt. For the first time, she was so close to her master and did such a thing for him for the first time, just like a wife taking care of her husband...

"Uma, have you smelled?" The child suddenly smiled and asked. His coral-red eyes were full of tenderness and said, "It smells good. It's different from the fragrance on Yumeng's body, but it smells good..."

Uma's cheeks were blushing, like the sunset glow in the sky, and her whole body revealed a unique charm of a girl. She didn't say anything, just stood up straight and bowed to the night stars, turned around and was about to leave.

"Uma, don't go!" Ye Xingchen whispered that the child's voice became weak and weak, without the grace and grace just now, as if he finally couldn't stand the collapse.

She was shocked and turned around as if she were stiff. The child lay flat**, staring at the top of the tent. Her coral-red eyes were blurred and wet, as if full of dark clouds of sadness.

"Don't go, can you wait until I fall asleep?" The night star's voice was weak and hoarse, and his voice trembled. He turned his head and looked at Uma. The misty fog in his eyes gathered into tears and flowed down the corners of his eyes, crystal clear and sharp along his smooth and delicate face. Under the firelight, tears were shocking. The tearful night stars seemed to be praying, as if praying for Uma to stay. Although as long as he opened his mouth, the life of the female slave was his, the helpless eyes of the night stars were clearly praying, like looking at the last straw of life.

Uma turned around and walked back to the bedside, looked at the sad master, and said softly, "Don't worry, Uma will always stay with you!" Never leave..."

Ye Xingchen nodded and finally closed his eyes. The severe pain all over his body made him extremely tired, but his brain couldn't sleep like running at a high speed. Maybe one person can rest assured with him.

I don't know how long it took, and the night stars finally fell asleep with a uniform and quiet breathing sound. His god-like perfect face showed a slightly painful look, and his lips clenched together, as if he had had a bad dream.

But Uma didn't leave. She still looked at her master quietly, with gentle and pity under her long eyelashes. She plans to watch the master like this all night! Although their master and servant have a difference of superiority and inferiority, it may be enough to watch the master fall asleep quietly like this... She is already very satisfied...

At this time, there was a cold wind outside the account.